Adrian
The walls of the pack’s hospital wing feel like they’re closing in on me even as I refuse to leave. I haven't moved from the chair beside her bed for hours. My eyes are fixed on the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, the only thing keeping me from burning this entire manor to the ground.
She looks so small under the hospital blankets. Her skin is unnaturally pale, almost blue, but the violent bruising and the deep slashes on her body are already starting to knit back together.
My head doctor, a respected male wolf named Dr. Vance, walks over to the side of the bed, his expression grim. He looks at the monitors and then back at me, sighing heavily.
“Tell me she’s fine.” I say in a shaky voice.
"She is lucky to be alive, Alpha," Vance says, his voice low. "From the state of he
